Georgina Annabelle Lincoln (bcgal) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-05-21 16:17:00 |
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The dam begins to crack.
Who:George and Callum Lincoln
What: Memories and talking
When: Evening - May 21st, 2009
Where:Lincoln residence
Rating: G
Status: Complete
It had been a long haul and the direction of the article had been a little like a compass needle that was being interfered with, swinging first one way, then the other as it sought out magnetic North. Finally it had settled and she had spent morning, noon and night writing, editing, and reworking her content into order, making the punch as subtle as it could be, iron fist beneath the kid glove.
George stood up from her desk, turning off the monitor and walking out to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, then indulge in a glass of wine as the soft rain fell outside. The small deck that led off the back of the house and down into the backyard meant she could have the sliding glass door open without worrying about the rain coming in and she sipped at her wine as she stood there looking out into the greenness of her garden.
Her mind wandered as her eye did, the visual of her garden at dusk melting into memories of the forests that she and Gerry had hiked through with the children, right up to the last time, just before he'd been killed. The rain-washed air of Seattle filled her lungs as she inhaled deeply but it was the cool, pungent scent of the forest that filled her mind instead.
"Dana, put your pack here honey, next to the others, then go help gather," George said as her youngest child almost wandered off with her pack still on her back. The pink beanie bobbed its way across the clearing, the pink backpack quickly joining the others and her boots kicking up the few pine needles scattered on the ground as she ran off to join her siblings in the family tradition of wood gathering as soon as they arrived.
It was something Gerry and George had learned early on, with Andy and Anita. Sometimes they were a great help, but sometimes their sibling rivalry was more a hinderance in preparing the site, and to get them settled it was best to use those rivalries to collect wood for the fire. George unpacked the things for the camp from the seven packs that lay on the ground, She could hear the voices of her children and husband, telling her all was well as she gathered stones from around the site to form the fire ring. A quick glance up confirmed that there were no low overhanging branches to cause concern, and the fire ring was soon established. Tents were laid out in the position they were going to be erected, the largest one for her, George and Dana, Bria and Callum in one of the two-man, Andy and Anita in the other.
She was just starting to unpack the few utensils they brought for cooking, each child's bag containing their own cutlery, bowl and mug when she heard a yowl, her whole body straightening as she spun in the direction the sound had come from. Gerry's voice drifted down as he called out to Andy, the ten year old twin having been the one who cried out, and Anita's voice finally answered.
"He's OK Dad, just got a big dose of fraidy cat!" George relaxed, the tone of Anita's voice confirming it wasn't anything serious. Or at least it hadn't been, unless Andy took a dislike to his twin calling him a fraidy cat which could mean they were going to be in for an interesting night as he tried to get back at his sister.
With a soft laugh of resignation she crouched down again to get on with the unpacking, only looking up when the sound of returning feet signalled the arrival back to the site of her family...